Darkness is all I see, that darkness within me It is as if the casket that was kept sealed for years, Is now wide open that was once covered with the roses of gold and bineweeds that held those edges bearing all that's dark in me Have now dried up from the fire that burns But only to create fumes and not glow Now all I can see are the dead black roses and burnt weeds, And that lifeless silence of my insensate soul. Screaming the tale of the pain untold Calling into those flashbacks of my past, The days of gold glowing to last.
